Bad Boy

By Ekpe Inyang

Obasinjom warrior
Alias BB
Brave Boy
Bad Boy!?!
Tireless warrior

You intoned the tune
Of reformist chants
And charted the course
Of bad boys’ march

Against inventors of notes
Completely out of tune
You preached apocalypse
And doom
Spat out venom
As weapons

Blasted ugly craft
To ensure the use
Of good notes
For composing sonnets and anthems
Of progress

How far did you go in the battle
How near are we to Completion Point
No answer
Brave lone warrior?

You crafted crown for your coronation
Platted with scales and spines and quills
Of reformist missiles

And then…
You vanished in four bloody jets
Too swift for my weak brain
To fathom
You’re gone

To return
In multiple numbers
And manifold forms
With new craft
To conclude the battle?

Or
Was that your kind of stop
To the long, sweaty; tricky
And oft bloody battle?
Bad boy!

Comments

[Tem Edwin Nji]

A powerful piece of literature composed here in honour of a Man with an exceptional creative pantheon; one whose cosmic view and ideological commitment transcended the fascile slogans of some of our pseudo-intellectuals who provide nothing for our collective good.

Dear , the candle power must not be allowed to burn out, lest Besong remain restless in the world beyond ; this must not be. The Besongnian spirit has just been born, it must be allwed to grow in us, blossom and flower.

[Michael barnes]

The death of this man was the most cruel death and the most successful assigment of The CENAAR after Frchive.

[Michael barnes]

The Presidency congratulated the CENAAR for a job well done. They say FORcive is back

[Ndim Bernard Ngouche]

BB your mouth leaking attitude made for you
Friends and enemies alike; in every sphere
Your attack on philistinian mannerism
Made your face dreaded by those who knew

Only you could stand on their toes with no
Qualms offering neither apologies nor
Regrets for your actions; for an actor you
Stood and dramatized all your sermons

Even to those who never wanted to hear you
Your words charmed their ears; making them
To rather appraise than nail you for your
Comments that often are offensive to these

Slots whose intention is to boot lick
Throwing away all that is glamorous for
Filth in order to pick up crums from the
Masters table; as if they can't share in

Meal that is equally theirs as equals
March 8th remaians a day gloomy as doomsday
The students were stunned as if Fako had
Errupted throwing down its molten magma

With so much violence down the vallies
Your pen enabled you to fire your greanades
That burned and charred those thieves whose
Bellies had become packed full of stolen

Goods of the commonwealth eaten graffiti
Spurring the eyes of the critic to snap
Pictures that will help heal him in jail
Forcing him to come to his senses only then